Dying to Win

People rose to sing the 23rd Psalm
welcoming Bevan to eternal life.
Someone, who wasn’t close to him,
remarked ‘one less dickhead in the world.’
His epitaph, which he had instructed
to be read by the graveside, was
simple; ‘You owe me two thousand
bucks loser!’ I tried not to take it
personally. When he wagered he
would be dead before I left Molly
I laughed. It was gloating when I
texted him to say I was leaving the
family home tomorrow and could I stay
with him for a couple of days? Molly
blames the bet for our break up. She’s
in denial – I would have gone, but
perhaps a bit later. This of course is
the point and why Bevan, the cocky bastard
took a shitload of Valium and brandy.
I found him when I shifted in, with a little
note –Did this last night! Molly didn’t
attend the funeral but I haven’t conceded
yet and I won’t - until the coroner
releases the time of death.